Posts tagged ‘Egg’
Easter Poem
I found these eggs by my front door, brought by the Easter Bunny.
When I looked inside the eggs, I laughed at something funny.
One egg, it was still unhatched, one had a dinosaur,
Stephen filled the other egg which caused my laugh to roar.
After fully hatching, I brought Stephen home.
As soon as he escaped the egg, the man began to roam.
He brought home many creatures, the dogs I liked the best.
They put up with all kinds of stuff, even getting dressed.
Life is full of ups and downs, cloudy days and sunny.
I love the times you don’t expect, like these three Easter Bunnies.
I find every day is a complete and total treasure.
I hope your days are filled with joy and laughter beyond measure.
The Chicken and The Eggs
Upon entering a movie theater, I noticed the staff wearing t-shirts depicting farm animals. The images were promoting animals from a movie and the best part – the animals were going to make an appearance.
While standing in the concession line, a chicken and two eggs entered the lobby. More excited than any adult should have been, I ran over to get my picture taken (before all the kids showed up). Seeing the perfect opportunity, I thought I might finally get an answer to one of life’s burning questions: “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?”
When I blurted out the question, my cliche disability kicked in and instead I asked: “Who came out first?” They said “the chicken” but I’m not sure what question they answered.
May the farce be with you!
Your IFF,
Pam
Fractured Cliché #5
I recently saw videos of American bald eagles in Decorah, Iowa. A strategically placed web-cam streamed live footage of a mated pair and their eggs being hatched. In honor of those mighty birds, this week I decided to present a theme of Fractured Cliché’s.
This week’s theme is eggs. Check out the following three pairs (one pair for each bald eagle hatchling).
Fractured Cliché: Last one in eats a rotten egg.
Correct Cliché: Last one in is a rotten egg.
Fractured Cliché: You can’t cook an egg without breaking it.
Correct Cliché: You have to break a few eggs to bake a cake (or is it make an omelet?).
Fractured Cliché: Don’t count your eggs before they hatch.
Correct Cliché: Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.
I hope you don’t think I’m making a mountain into a mole hill, but as you might have figured out by now, I really try not to say clichés out loud when I’m in public.